Kingfishers. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
I saw my therapist today, before the show. I haven’t seen her since before Mom died. I keep having dreams about that time I dropped Mom’s jewelry box when I was eight. Last week, when I dropped the box it turned into five silver fish that wriggled around on the floor. Two nights ago, I wasn’t myself holding the jewelry box, I was Mom, and she ran into the room and found herself crying in the pieces. I woke up from that dream and texted Amanda, the therapist. I’ve never shared my dreams with her before. Somehow, they felt too private, too mine, to share. Today we talk about the jewelry box incident, the dream versions and the real one, too.
